Castiel's Secret

Chapter 17

The sun was beginning to rise, and yet still no sign of Stiles. Everyone was growing restless, and the Sheriff who had come home to Scott waiting for him at his door was both furious and worried. He had been dead beat coming home after a long shift at the office only to find his son missing once, again. 'Why didn't anyone call me sooner?!' He had yelled before turning around and marching back to his patrol car. But that had been hours ago.

John had been reunited with Lydia, Peter, and Kira. They had all gathered back in John's living room, all except more skilled /and trusted/ part of the pack. Peter had made everyone a cup of coffee to help them stay awake. They all sat around sipping silently at the bitter sweet drink. "I don't understand," John said before adding, "We've looked everywhere, yet there still isn't any signs of my son." He had called in to the station getting all his deputies working on finding his son. Nothing had been left unturned, yet there was no sign of Stiles. It was like his son had fallen off the face of the earth. Well, out of the face of the town.

"We'll find him, John," Peter said as he patted the sheriff's knee, "its Stiles were talking about. He's a smart cookie, he'll try and find his way back too." That's right, Stiles had gone missing once before and he was able to find his way home. He still didn't know how Stiles had managed to escape, but he had. He could only wish this time it was like that time, but he couldn't help but feel like this time would be nothing like that time.

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The werewolf pack had met up with the hunters, despite Dean and Derek's disapproval. Dean had so quickly accepted that he had a son but everything else had slowly sunk in. For one, his son was very much gay, like he was, and who was the boy /man/ that had stolen his son's heart? It was none other than the alpha he had so many times before argued with. Dean absolutely disapproved of his teen son dating a 24 year old man, who was an alpha werewolf. Absolutely disapproved!

"What use did we have coming here to see them? We're just wasting precious time that we could be using to find Stiles." Dean said as he looked at the werewolves with the same look that the alpha was giving them. Derek clenched his jaws trying to hold back a growl, but the hunter was right. They could be using this time to be out there searching for his mate.

Sam just rolled his eyes before looking at his nephew's best friend, since he didn't recognize any of the other werewolves, "Scott thought it would be better to unite to search for Stiles and I think it's a really good idea, we'll cover more ground like this."

"We don't need their help to find him," Dean said as he looked at his brother. "No, I think you really do need our help," Jackson said as he took a step towards the human hunter, "What have you found, besides your run away trap?" Dean gritted his teeth about to pull out his gun; he had enough with these werewolves. He could careless that they were teenagers. "Hey! Whoa! You guys found something?" Sam said stopping Dean by bringing his attention back to what the werewolves had said, they really couldn't afford to waste time fighting each other when his nephew was out there somewhere. Castiel perked up at what Sam had so generously put in simple words. "What did you find?" Castiel asked as he stepped towards the werewolves.

Balthazar and Gabriel, who were leaning against the impala, straightened up the moment the unfamiliar werewolf opened his mouth. Gabriel gave Balthazar a knowing gaze before they sneaked over to Scott and grabbed the boy by the arms before disappearing with him, without anyone realizing it.

Derek who had grabbed Jackson by the arm shoved him back as he spoke up, "We heard Kate's scream. We thought maybe Stiles had done something to escape from her but when we found her, she was in pieces."

"What do you mean pieces?" Dean asked a bit confused before adding, "Pieces, Pieces?" This couldn't be what he was thinking. No, it couldn't be, right? The last time he remembered hell hounds didn't tare people to pieces just for the hell of it. Maybe it was a Rugaru? Or Vampire? Or Ghoul? But no matter what he thought of, he couldn't shake off that nagging feeling. He looked at Sam, and saw the same concerned look on him. Yet the real question remained, If Kate was dead, where was Stiles?